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To be honest, I wasn't as drunk as I pretended to be that night so long ago. I remembered exactly what I said to him and what I didn't say which was that if he wasn't willing to spank some civility into her I was more than willing to do it for him. Every time I fell victim to her vehemence I comforted myself with thoughts of giving her a good old-fashioned lesson in manners. More than once I fantasized about having her bare bottom over my knee and while I'd never say this to any of my old girlfriends, I'd often imagine it was Debbie I was spanking when I had the opportunity to warm another woman's backside. Now I was presented with a golden opportunity. The only drawback was that she had become such a sweet and personable lady that I couldn't bring myself to harbor any ill will towards her and spank her with the vengeance I used to feel. Still, she was physically the same woman who spent hours of time squirming under my hand in my fantasies and the twitching in my lower regions tipped the scale. Besides, I would be doing both of us (and actually all three of us) a favor.
The chair I was sitting on was a bit unusual and I wondered about it when I sat down. It was very comfortable and well padded but didn`t have any arms like a normal easy chair. I smiled as I understood why Bill had directed me to this spot when we came into the family room and my smile was reflected on Debbie's face when I crooked a finger and beckoned her to my side.
She gave her husband a quick kiss and started towards me. As she got close she slowed considerably and came to a complete stop a few feet away. She wrung her hands a bit and said, "It's always been fun to talk about this but doing it for real is kind of scary."
I started to say she didn't have to go through with it but she shook her head. "No, I want to do this but I also want to relish this moment. As much as I like to be spanked I'm always a little anxious before it actually starts and now I'm about to give myself to another man and I'm as nervous as I was on my wedding night. Give me a minute."
Bill and I sat in silence while untold emotions flickered across her face. Finally she took the final step to my side where she fidgeted with her fingers and was still obviously apprehensive. Her outfit consisted of a nice skirt, matching blouse, flat shoes and knee socks. She looked more like a naughty schoolgirl about to get punished than a forty year old woman who just about begged me to spank her a few minutes ago. I lifted the front of her skirt and told her to hold it. I don't know what I was expecting but her panties were rather plain and not the slightest bit sexy. They were the no-nonsense conservative kind that rode high on her waist and low on her thighs. Even before I got to see the back side of them I knew they would cover her rear end entirely. Not at all what I thought to see after all their talk about how they planned on me spanking her. However, they did get me to change my plans a little. I was going to pull her panties down as she held her skirt so she would be bare-bottomed when she went over my knee but there was something so interesting (bordering on cute) about them that I decided to leave them where they were. I had spanked one of my girlfriends over panties like these and it was kind of fun to wait and see the redness after the preliminary spanking.
I guided Debbie into position and as I predicted, her cute little bottom was modestly covered in cotton with only the tiniest bit of the lower portion of her buttocks visible. Such a pretty package and although I never imagined it to be gift wrapped, this was the bottom I dreamed about spanking for years. I struggled to avoid the temptation to run my hand over it. There might be time for intimate contact of that nature later but for the moment, it had been offered for spanking and that's what I intended to do. Without further ado I broke the silence with a resounding slap.
She had kept herself in good shape and her bottom was as firm and tight as I always imagined it to feel. She grunted a bit but other than that it was only the sounds of my hand connecting that echoed around the room for the next dozen swats. I was not hitting to make her pay for previous slights but that doesn't mean I wasn't coming down hard. She wanted a spanking and that's what she was getting and I figured she or Bill would let me know if I went overboard. Not hearing any objections, I continued. There was an occasional groan and a definite "Ouch" on the twentieth stroke.
Bill and I exchanged smiles and I decided it was time for the unveiling. I put my fingers into the waistband and she obediently raised herself as I inched her panties down. Just as she wanted to relish the moment before giving herself to me for spanking, I wanted to enjoy exposing my handiwork. A nice pink surface slowly came into view and when I could see all I needed to see I quickly finished the panties' descent so they were just above her knees. She rested her torso on my lap and I was ready to go back into action.
Before I could add more spanks Bill spoke up. "I was wondering when you'd do that. She needs the first spanking to be good and hard. I'll bet she's barely warm to the touch."
I guess that gave me permission to do more than swat so I finally ran my hand over the delicious surface. It was, as he said, barely warm but so soft and inviting. I raised my hand again and for a second time I was interrupted. Bill wanted me to know that they both expected more than a token spanking. He appreciated my desire to make it last and approved as long as I understood that while she liked to get spanked, it still hurt. He added that they had a safeword and he would let me know if she really wanted me to stop so I shouldn't let a few tears or phony pleas for cessation slow me down.
I asked if he didn't want me to leave a little of the spanking for his turn and he shook his head. "Nope. She's all yours. We'll give her a break after you're done and let her recover a bit. I quite often spank her twice and sometimes more than that when we play so her bottom knows what a second good spanking feels like. I'll have a go at her later but we're wasting time. She's going to cool down while we're discussing the next spanking and you've barely started the first one."
Spanking her panties was heavenly but nothing compared to seeing the flesh quiver before and after the swat and watch the red splotches appear and fade slightly until they merged together into one uniform color. It's lucky I had experience spanking other women or I would've been moved by her sounds of distress. I'd heard them before and learned that sometimes the one under my hand wanted the freedom to express herself while helplessly(?) enduring a long spanking. I've also discovered that the really hard ones are appreciated more after a few light taps to lull her into a sense of relief. They always get a good yelp. And so it was with Debbie. She never asked me to stop but there was nothing phony about the tears in her eyes when I decided she had enough.
I needed no prompting to let my hand explore the heat radiating from her rear end but when she gasped and moaned in delight as my searching fingers touched the core of her femininity Bill chided me. "Checking to see if she's wet is a good idea but don't get carried away. Let her frustration build with the sting. She'll like it better when we finally give her the release her body craves. The idea is to keep her on the edge of her seat until her seat gets another dose of swats."
I assured him I knew how to keep a woman just short of her goal and played with her a little more. When I sent her to her feet she was panting in unfulfilled lust. Her panties slid down to her ankles and the skirt fell back into place so I was spared the sight of an immodest display. It took her a moment to catch her breath before she said, "Wow, that was something. My rear end feels like it's on fire I'm ready to climb the walls if one of you doesn't take unfair advantage of me."
Whether self-imposed or by traditional command, she kept her hands away from providing any personal comfort (either to where my hand landed or my fingers probed) although you could see them start in that direction a few times only to be pulled back rapidly.
Bill just smiled and said, "You'll have to wait for that Sweetheart. I think he deserves to see the rest of you. Take your blouse off."
She immediately complied and I saw that her bra was just as plain and unimaginative as her panties. I was later to learn that she preferred nondescript undergarments as it made her eventual stripping more in line with her fantasy that she was an unwilling participant. Sexy undies were reserved for romantic activities which was certainly not on the agenda this evening. What came into view next was anything but boring. The bra fell to one side and her maintenance of her physique was obviously not limited to keeping her bottom nice and firm. Her breasts hadn't grown much in the last fifteen years and the bra was only necessary for modesty. They were perfectly suited to her build and a joy to behold. The also provided a nice foundation for two stiff nipples which convinced me (as if I had any doubt) that she found the evening's events quite arousing.
The skirt was the obvious next garment to go but she didn't let it slide down her legs as I expected but pulled it up and over her head so she stood before me with nothing but her shoes, knee socks and the panties wrapped around her ankles. Bill directed her to the hidden closet and she shuffled away. She flipped a few switches and the false beam in the ceiling opened. A cable with a snap hook descended as she picked out a set of fur lined leather cuffs. She put them on and brought a funny little box to Bill. He met her at the cable where he attached both of her wrists to the snap and pushed a button on the box. The winch pulled the cable upwards until her feet left the ground. I noticed she kept her legs apart so the panties would not fall off. Apparently, removing them was his job and when she was just about to the ceiling her feet were a comfortable height for him to do just that. Then the socks and shoes were gone and he ran a hand up her leg. She struggled to keep herself open as he got so close but not quite to where she wanted his fingers. He left her hanging in more ways than one as he went to the closet and returned with a bar with straps on the ends which he used to spread her ankles wide apart. Then he lowered her so she could stand and take a little strain off her arms although they were still stretched above her head. She was displayed beautifully and Bill and I sat close enough to reach out to tweak a nipple or stroke her down lower but never too much or too long. Her respite from spanking was not a respite from her sentence to be kept aroused without allowing her to complete the journey. We weren't the only distraction. It was obvious from the way she told the story that the mere telling of it brought back memories that got her juices flowing.
I won't attempt to tell you the story the way Debbie told it since it was often interrupted with various pants, moans, and an occasional unladylike outburst when we would do something to get her excited and then stop. There weren't too many of those (the outbursts) since they got her a few soundly applied previews of her real spanking scheduled for later. Also, Bill interrupted a few time to clarify a point or two which would make it even more confusing. Anyway, I got most of the story and I'll summarize it.
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